"Pull yourself together you baby! We can't go crying over every single damn body, now can we? We need to get out of here before my father finds out I've brought a sissy like you into our basement," snapped Rowena, yanking her friend up the stairs.
Charles sniffed as he pouted, "But look at them... all these gummy bears had so much potential and now they're just wasted over a dusty cement floor. This really calls for a funeral Row."